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The Pink Formal
Janet L. Stickney
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It was my first time, really, it was. But my mother acted as if I had
gone crazy, and all at once my life changed. My name is Tim, I'm 17,
and almost out of school. Just a few more weeks to go and I would have
the entire summer free before I started college in the fall. My sister
had gotten married almost a month ago and moved with her husband to an
apartment not far away. But she left behind all sorts of things,
including a lot of her clothes. Cheryl is a real beauty, dark hair,
green eyes, and a trim, shapely figure, with a smile that charmed
almost anyone she decided to use it on. Mom and Dad had gone away for
the weekend, and for some unknown reason I found myself in Cheryl's
room, why, I still don't know. But when I saw her clothes in the closet
I decided, as a lark, to try them on. In my dementia, I decided that
one of her prom dresses would be perfect. The pink one with the huge
skirt.
I quickly stripped and put the dress on and quickly found out that it
would not zip up. Close, but my waist was too big. I took it off and
looked in her dresser and found panties, decided what the hell, and put
them on. Then, in another drawer, a padded pantybrief! I guess it was
from when she didn't have any shape to speak of. I put it on, then some
pantyhose, and finally, a corselet. I struggled with that hooks in the
front until I had them secured, and drew the laces tight. Looking down,
I saw that all at once I had boobs, sort of, so I pulled the skin up
and put that dress on again, and this time it fit and it did look like
I had really nice boobs!
Looking in the mirror it was obvious that I was a boy in a dress, but
with boobs and a trim waist! My hair was still in a ponytail, so I let
it out which improved my looks, but only marginally. That's when I
jumped off the deep end. I took the dress off again and sat at her
vanity, and tried my hand at makeup, which was nothing more than
eyeliner and lipstick then brushed my hair out until it resembled a
girls style, and put the dress on again. This time, while I wasn't
pretty, I thought I looked at least presentable, and found the shoes to
match the dress and stepped into them. That's how I was dressed,
standing in front of the mirror when Cheryl suddenly walked in on me.
We looked at each other, shock on her face, a frog in my throat.
"Not bad Tim, but I think we can to better. Let me help you."
As if I had a choice. I was so scared that I let her do what she
wanted. My makeup was washed off and she redid it, then my hair was
curled with an iron and spritzed, and finally, she gave me some
lipstick to wear. Then I looked in the mirror. A girl was standing
there! Again, not pretty, but not exactly me either.
"With a little more effort we could turn you into a ravaging beauty
Tim. Want to try?"
I looked at the girl in the mirror and let a slow nod happen.
It took us another two hours before the girl reappeared, this time in a
short tan skirt, pink blouse with puffy short sleeves, and short pink
heels. Her hair was done in a swept back style with pink and gold
earrings, a delicate pendant between her breasts.
"That's much better! You look really nice Tim!"
"Thanks."
"Want to go to the grocery with me?"
"No thanks Cheryl. I was just playing around I guess. I wanted to see
how I would look, that's all."
"Okay then, have a nice time."
Then she left! Without a word about how I was dressed, or to stay out
of her clothes, nothing! I stayed dressed for the rest of the day, and
that night put her things back and washed off all of the makeup.
I never gave it another thought, my parents came home, and life went
on. I graduated right on schedule, and looked forward to having the
summer free.
"You'll need money for school Tim! Are you going to lounge around all
summer?"
"Well...some of it anyway mom, why?"
"Because we have an opening in our office, and Cheryl tells me that you
would fit right in."
Now, mom worked in an office that was mostly women, so the only
conclusion I could manage was that Cheryl had told mom about my foray
into her closet, and how I looked. Now mom was telling me she not only
knew, but wanted me to work as a girl... with her! My first thought was
to deny everything, but with a second look at my mother, I knew that
any denial was hopeless.
"It pays $14 an hour, and we could ride together to save costs Tim.
Think of the adventure!"
'Think of the problems' I thought to myself! Then she dropped the
hammer.
"I told them you would start on Monday, so we have from now until then
to get you prepared. That's five whole days, plenty of time."
I was sunk!
"Just exactly do you mean by 'get me prepared' mom?"
I thought I would toss it back in her lap and see what would happen,
but that backfired when she told me!
"You'll need your hair styled, and your nails done of course, then we
have to make sure you have a proper wardrobe. Of course we'll get your
other ear pierced, and maybe your eyebrows trimmed with a better arch.
Of course you'll need a really good padded pantybrief and some panties
of your own, and maybe a few new bras, with appropriate breast forms of
course, but I'm sure we can manage."
"Mom! That was a one time thing and you know it! I don't want to work
as a girl!"
"I'm sure that's all true, but I gave my word and we are committed now.
Starting on Monday you will be working in our office...as a girl named
Jennifer."
"Dad..."
"Agrees that you cannot sit around all summer, and thinks that doing
this will make you a better man. Now, shall we begin?"
I wanted to jump up and yell hell no, but my mother was a forceful
woman, and I had to rely on her and dad to help me get through college.
If I said absolutely no way would I do this, I might just find myself
on the short end all around. But maybe, if I did dress and work as a
girl, I would have lots of money in the fall, my mother would forever
be indebted to me, and dad would feel better. I knew what the answer
would be just as she did, after all, she had planned it this way.
"Okay mom," I said quietly.
My mother never forced me into dresses, she merely gave me several very
bad choices. This was only the least bad!
She pointed, and I started towards my room, but she steered me into
Cheryl's old room.
"I think this room is better suited for a girl, don't you?" She did not
expect and answer by the way.
"Please undress Jennifer, I have something to make your skin smooth."
She smeared it all over me and then, after a short wait I went in the
shower and rinsed it off, shaved, and washed my hair. When I felt, my
skin was silky smooth and hairless! After that, it was pretty much like
when I was with Cheryl. Except the hair. Mom put in a lot of rollers,
and let them set while I got dressed, in the clothes she had picked out
for me. An hour later I looked in the mirror and the girl had
reappeared! This time her hair was fluffy with curls down the back and
had bangs. I was wearing a dress, a sheath mom called it. It hit me
just above the knees, was sleeveless, with a round neck and was all
blue.
"You had better wear the black flats Jen, we have a lot of walking to
do today."
"Why? Where are we going?"
"Shopping of course, and you have a three o'clock appointment at the
salon. Take this dear, you don't have pockets any more." She handed me
a purse!
At home? Okay. Out there in the mall was something entirely different!
But mom cut me no slack, and led me out of the house, then into the
mall. That's when the lessons in shopping began, starting at the
lingerie section of a department store. My mother started at the
beginning by picking out a pair of breast forms, hustled me into a
changing booth, then using the provided glue, attached them to my
chest! After that it a two new bras, and a pair of new and slightly
larger gel padded pantybriefs. The gel filling felt very real. I wore
one of them out of the store. Through all that I was surprised to
manage without being discovered as a boy in a dress. After that we hit
the dress department, buying skirts, blouses, slacks, and a few dresses
before we hit the shoe store. then it was on to planet salon. I had no
idea what to ask for, or even what mom thought I needed! But mom told
them what to do, and as I sat in the chair she merely smiled at
watched.
My hair was cut, curled, dyed, and some extensions were added! Then my
nails were made a bit longer yet tapering to a feminine style and
painted a soft red. Another girl redid my makeup, commenting on my
upper lip.
"Let me take care of that hon, it's a little tiny bit hairy. Trust me,
it won't hurt a bit!"
Her bubbly voice sounded nice, but when she ripped that strip off my
lip I thought I would be yanked right out of the chair! But, my upper
lip was hairless as she did my makeup, and she made me look fabulous.
Even I had to admit that I did not look like a guy in any way. In fact,
everyone said that I looked gorgeous. I felt much better about what was
happening to me especially after I looked in the mirror.
My hair was set in a soft perm and tinted a lighter shade, my nails
were made longer, filed into a nice oval shape and painted a soft red.
Dad saw me for the first time, and all he said was, "Hi Jennifer, you
look very nice." Great! Now that dad had seen me, he was telling me I
looked nice! The next day it was more shopping. Another package of
panties, pantyhose, rings, earrings, necklaces, shorts, slacks, a coat,
two nightgowns, and makeup of my own. For the rest of the week mom
insisted that I learn how to do my own makeup and hair, so I would
spend several hours each day on it. After the breastforms had been
attached to my chest I learned to get used to them, sleeping on my side
or back, plus how to put on a bra and so on.
On Monday morning, dressed in that same blue dress mom started me out
in, I went to work with her and was assigned in another department. I
quickly got used to working in a dress, bending at the knees for
example and quickly started using more feminine mannerisms. It was me
absorbing the way the other girls acted I guess. I was accepted by all
the other girls for what I appeared to be, and I quickly made some good
friends. The time went by quickly but at the end of two weeks it was
natural for me to get dressed as a girl and while I got used to the
restrictive way the clothes fit, doing my hair and so on, I actually
came to love it. I had all of the mannerisms down pat and no longer
thought that I was about to become a laughing stock if they found out
who I was.
Several of the girls asked me to join them on a girls night out, and
after staying home every night I quickly said yes. We were at a nice
club when we were surrounded by handsome young men asking us to dance.
How could I say no? I liked him at once, and at the end of the evening
he kissed me and I did not even think about it as I gave him my number.
I had finally become a girl. Stan called me the next day which drove my
father crazy. He is still suffering under the illusion that I will be
his son again. I might be the only one that knows better. Well, I
invited Stan to meet my parents, and when he showed up at my door my
mother was impressed and my father shaken. I was thrilled that he
wanted to see me again. I had somehow become the girl I looked like.
I took his hand as we went to the patio, grabbing some soda along the
way. He works as sort of a gopher in an engineering firm while he
attends college. Sort of like me. I did not understand mom when she
told me that I would be able to see intent in a guys eyes until I
looked at Stan's. He wanted me. It was all over his face. My mother was
right. I could tell.
"Let's go get a slice."
"I'll tell my dad."
Still holding his hand Stan and I left for the pizza joint. I was sure
that I saw dismay on my dads face, but I knew the truth and I'm
positive mom did too. Stan and I started dating and when an opening
came up in medical, which paid more, I applied for it and got the job.
Mom and I went shopping for uniforms that night, and after that, I
always wore white. Dad said I looked like a young Connie Stevens in the
uniforms, which was a great compliment because she is so pretty.
Stan and I became very close and I wandered into the realm of my
mothers nono land. The one where she told me, "Don't do that stuff,"
but Stan liked it, and I really enjoyed doing it for him. He and I
became very adventurous in fact. I worked in medical all summer, and
when it came time to enroll in college, I told mom I wasn't going to
State.
"I've decided to go to Nursing school mom. That way I can keep
working."
"But you'll be a... working as a girl!"
"Right! And I intend to graduate as a girl mom. How could you not know
that? I'm your daughter now. I'm Jennifer, remember? And I have a hunky
boyfriend. His name is Stan!"
And so it was. I went on to nursing school, discovered the benefits of
hormones, and by the time I graduated I was a woman and quite able to
satisfy my guy! All because I was curious about a pink formal!
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